Thursday, January 27, 2011

Weekend of awesome, interrupted.

So I started chipping away at your suggestions for last weekend, and actually I managed to get a few of them done, but only a few. Here is photographic evidence that I wasn't just soliciting ideas from you so that I could turn them into a novel that would sell millions of copies, be turned into a billion dollar-grossing film that would win me an Academy Award that I would thank NONE of you for, because at that point none of the "little people" would merit time in my acceptance speech, and- let's face it- I'm not going to invite you to the mansion for poolside cocktails pretty much ever.

Nope- I actually planned on doing them all, but after getting a call early Sunday afternoon from my panicked sister who was watching her house that her apartment was in burn to the ground, I decided to hit the pause button on the wacky hijinks. She's fine, the baby is fine, everyone got out OK, but much scrambling was involved to figure out how to get them back on their feet as quickly as possible since they pretty much lost everything. (Also a HUGE thank you for all the kind words and offers of help on FB- you guys rock.)

That aside, here's what I did Saturday:

Gwen asked me to take a representation of her out wherever I went, and I think I did a pretty good job of capturing the beauty and furryness that is Her Gwenniness- I first took her for cocktails at W.A. Frost's with a few of my fellow monkey-lovers:

MonkeyGwen!

My main squeeze, H, also enjoyed MonkeyGwen's company, but he wasn't too appreciative of the poo flinging:

Ms. H. Golightly canoodled with our little friend- look how happy MG looks getting her cheeks tickled! If I remember correctly, we also tickled her face:

I also took her to dinner at Midori's- that little monkey sure loves her sushi! It was very nice of them to make a banana maki roll for her- kind of makes me feel bad that I got drunk and forgot to pay the bill- oops.

And since I was too drunky to notice MonkeyGwen sneaking sips of my wine, she ended up getting plastered and started hitting on Mr. VonPartypants:

What a little slutmonkey.

I promise I will fulfill all of the remaining requests (I was especially excited by the suggestion to eat a burger the size of my head) as soon as possible. Because, for once- you ARE the boss of me.

Skydad- I'll have the Paypal button back up here for donations later today or tomorrow- I took it down because I didn't want anyone to feel obligated, which I now realize was silly. I really, really just don't want anyone to feel like they have to give anything. I may be athiest, but I spent a fair part of my life learning about Catholic guilt, which haunts me to this day. ;)

Contrary to popular belief, and due to the sorry state of the banking industry, confederate script has been re-instated as official currency. I would have sent you (your sis) cash, but the confederate $100 bill features a picture of Jefferson Davis on the lam, in drag, and that's just embarrassing.